The Bad Boy Effect

Chapter 9: Damn Bad Boy And His Good Looks

I walk into the big house, still amazed by how beautiful it is. My house is okay, but this is like I've died and gone to heaven. It has a beautiful view of the city behind it. As I walk over to the white couch, I see tables with red solo cups and snacks everywhere. A big bowl of punch sits in the middle of it.

I sit down on the couch awkwardly, not knowing what to do with myself just yet.

"Pretty nice place, huh?" I hear someone ask me. I look over and see yet another tall guy (damn what is it with all of the tall guys today?) standing behind the couch. He has green eyes and ashy blonde hair.

"Yeah," I smile, wishing Arran was here to introduce me. I don't like being somewhere foreign without someone I know being beside me.

As if answering my thoughts and silent pleas, Arran appears right next to me, wrapping his arm around me.

"So this is the lucky girl?" the guy laughs.

"Sure is Tony," Arran smiles at me.

I feel my face warm. Tony is at least 6'0 with a big build. He looks almost as strong as Arran.

Almost.

"So you're the mythical Emma?" Tony smirks at me.

"Yessir." I say smiling. With Arrans arm around me, I calm down instantly. It's like a soothing balm.

"Tony quit freaking the poor girl out," I hear another guy say sympathetically. I look over to see a guy who's somewhat short- well he may be 5'11 but he's shorter than the rest of the guys- but he still has muscles. He has brown hair with some blonde streaks.

"Aye, shut up Justin. I ain't doin nothin yet." Tony says, grinning at the 'yet' part.

"And you aren't going to," Justin says. "Arran obviously made his claim."

I roll my eyes. It's like they're jumping at a new toy.

"Alright boys, calm down." I hear a voice say. It's not the same voice as Robbie's girlfriend's though. It's softer. Soother.

I turn around to see a girl with pale skin and ruby red hair walk behind them. She seems tall too, she must be a couple of inches taller. She has luscious curves, and long legs. She's wearing a navy blue tank top that ends above her bellybutton, and some torn up jean shorts. On her feet are some black converse. She wears a bangle of bracelets, and a cross necklace.

"I'm Allie," she smiles at me, her green eyes filled with cheerfulness.

"Emma," I say softly. I'm not used to all these people being nice to me. Especially not all in one day.

"Do you want a drink?" she asks. I hesitate considering this is a highschool party and people are starting to show up.

"Don't worry, I have some Coke in my car," she winks.

"Sure." I smile thankfully.

"I'll be right back."

Arran grins and softly says, "I see you're getting along with everyone."

"Yeah, for the most part." I say, nodding my head.

"I think you, Allie, and Sarah will get along just fine."

"Sarah is Robbie's girlfriend?" I ask.

He nods his head. "Correct shorty."

I elbow him softly in the ribs. "I'd call you a liar, but considering all of these tall people are here, I'm starting to feel it."

He chuckles and I can't help but grin myself.

"Hey, would you mind if I went to go talk to Robbie for a bit? Catch up?"